Port Sidi Ifni was a few miles from the town by road – or a good walk along the beach. On this occasion we took the road route on the motor bike. We had heard tell of a new restaurant at the port and we were always keen to discover new eateries. There was a Customs post at the port entrance where we were asked to show our passports and warned not to take photographs. There was no sign of a restaurant or café, in fact there wasn’t anything of great interest except for a hundred or so small fishing boats and a couple of larger ones, nothing at all politically sensitive. We peeped into a small workshop to watch a pair of Spanish craftsmen building a traditional boat out strips of green wood. They told us it took them a month to build before it was finally sheathed in fibre glass.
December 25th was fast approaching and we booked to have Christmas dinner at our favourite restaurant, Nomad. It cost less than £30 for six courses – prawns then octopus, then calamari followed by langoustine then a filet of fish before desert and coffee. We also splashed out £12 for a bottle of wine. We didn’t want to look at seafood again for several days.
Rubbish was a problem throughout Morocco. Outside the towns were tracts of land piled with building rubble and garbage, grazed by the occasional donkey. Sometimes we felt things might be improving when we spotted teams of litter pickers clearing the road sides.
Tourism was an important part of the Moroccan economy and the sunny weather and a stunning coastline made the beaches a big attraction to visitors. It was disappointing to see how much rubbish was lying around on Sidi Ifni beach and we wondered why the city fathers did not arrange regular beach cleans to encourage more tourists to stay on the coast.